Art Is A Way Of Possessing Destiny.

I Want To Stop And Thank You Baby, How Sweet It Is To Be Loved By You.

I'm Hooked My Friend To The Boy Who Makes Slaves Out Of Men, And Oh Believe Me, Flying High In A Friendly Sky.

When I Get That Feeling, I Want Some Sexual Healing.

Too Busy Thinking About My Baby And I Ain't Got Time For Nothing Else.

If You Cannot Find Peace Within Yourself, You Will Never Find It Anywhere Else.